Through The Multiverse [Dr. Strange]

What's Your Motive

If everything could ever be this real forever
I anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I'll ever ask of you
You've got to promise not to stop when I say when
She sang

Seeing as there may be no response, I set down my glass of wine and was going to push myself up to my feet. His hand pulled me back down while the other cupped the back of my head and brought our lips together. Is this real or is this the wine? My hand found his structured cheek, pulling him closer to make sure this was reality. His other hand laced his fingers with mine as our lips began to move together slowly. This moment felt so right and I wanted to sit in it forever but the moment fell behind as a memory when he pulled away from me. My eyes found his in a curious stare. "I was hoping for a verbal response but that works too." The statement broke the serious moment into a more comforting one. Chuckles escaping from both of our chests.

"I'm sorry, I should've asked permission-"

"Stephen, I'm in love with you. You don't have to ask." I gave him a genuine smile to reassure him that I was still being completely honest with him about everything that has transpired.

"Jodie, I can't say I love you back because I haven't had the time to build feelings like you have. Obviously I have feelings for you and they're strong from my immediate instinctual action." I could tell he was struggling to find the words to make this conversation easier but for him this was as difficult as it could get. I'm more than aware that the only woman he's ever allowed himself to love was Christine but I'm optimistic in the future. "Am I messing this up?"

"Oh god no." I rested my forehead against his to show him once more that I adore the impulsive kiss. "You don't have to be in love with me, I know I've had more time to sit with my feelings than you have but that doesn't mean we have to wait for you to love me."

"What if I'm as incapable as Wong says?"

"Is that what you believe yourself to be?" My eyes wondered to his as our foreheads centered so we were able to view each other in this intimate position. Seeing him so vulnerable made me fall that much harder in love with him and I know him being able to be open was a sign of something true for him about us. About me.

"I don't want to."

"Then don't." With those simple words, a confidence was built in Stephen as he pushed his lips against me again. Something was different about this kiss verses the first one. It was passionate, lustful, and held so much longing in it. I unlaced our fingers and place both of my hands against his face, pulling as close to me as I could. Stephen's hands found their place on my waist as if my body was built just for him. We fit so perfect in one another grasps that it was almost impossible to try and imagine this moment wasn't anything but real.

A cold breeze sent chills up my back and a visible chill on my neck. His warms hands preventing the chill from traveling further down my body as his grip tightened when I leaned myself back against the roof. His lips beginning to leave a trail of lingering pecks down to my neck where he lightly sucked at the skin. "Stephen." His name flowed out of my mouth like a bird's morning sound. I could tell he enjoyed hearing it come out of my mouth even as the faintest whisper of pleasure when he sucked harder at the spot. His hair wrapped around my fingers when I pushed my hand up to his head, wanting to let him know what he was doing was good.

His left hand started to roam down the middle of my body, drawing small lines with his fingers on my shirt. It built tension between my legs and a longing for friction I've only been able to solve on my own. Another quiet moan pushed past my sealed lips causing Stephen to move his mouth further down, stopping just at the fabric of my shirt. I could he was hesitant and I couldn't help that I was too. Just confessed my love for the man who's been a memory for five years, now to making out on top of the building we share together. "Jodie."